Wednesday, January 27, 2016

The 7th Sign is an interpretation of the famous film theme, published in 1988 – therefore the same title – featuring Demi Moore and Jürgen Prochnow. “… and when there is no soul left the human being will be born without a soul!” The legend of The Guf in the Talmud is about the Hall of Souls, a heavenly and sacred place where souls reside until they are born to flesh.

The story of the film The 7th Sign says that the Guf contains only a finite number of souls. Each is “born” into a living being and the sparrow is the only creature which can see the soul descending to the body. That is why he sings.

But no matter how the film ends, the silk scroll depicts an image that is far more gloomy and is rather linked to an apocalyptical vision. The Guf IS empty, there is no bird song and human beings are born without a soul after the loss of the last innocencent soul (therefore the dead pregnant woman on the ground. The earth is burning after the last war and what is left are only hollow shadows represented in the dark transparent figures without a face.

Actually people allover the globe are currently facing a true apocalyptical threat and I wonder how many will come afterwards, somewhere else? It does not seem to end and remains a part of humankind’s history. It is very depressing. I can only pray for the people and the end of all that violence from all sides.

"The 7th Sign"

65" x 23"

silk

“In Jewish mysticism, the Chamber of Guf is the Hall of Souls, located in the Seventh Heaven. Every human soul is held to emanate from the Guf. The Talmud teaches that the Messiah will not come until the Guf is emptied of all its souls. The mystic significance of the Guf is that each person is important and has a unique role which only he, with his unique soul, can fulfill. Even a newborn baby brings the Messiah closer simply by being born. In keeping with other Jewish legends that envision souls as bird-like, the Guf is sometimes described as a columbarium, or birdhouse. Folklore says sparrows can see the soul’s descent and this explains their joyous chirping.The peculiar idiom of describing the treasury of souls as a “body” may be connected to the mythic tradition of Adam Kadmon, the primordial man. Adam Kadmon, God’s “original intention” for humanity, was a supernal being, androgynous and macro-cosmic (co-equal in size with the universe). When this Adam sinned, humanity was demoted to the flesh and blood, bifurcated and mortal creatures we are now. According to Kabbalah, every human soul is just a fragment (or fragments) cycling out of the great “world-soul” of Adam Kadmon. Hence, every human soul comes from the “guf [of Adam Kadmon].” (Wikipedia)

I think the symbolic character of this silk scroll can be applied to many regions of this world where violence, lawlessness and arbitrariness have taken over, where people are killed no matter for what reaon. Whether you look towards Somalia, Sudan/Darfur, Syria – there is no difference for the people who are the victims of a regime that thinks it can do what it wants. Where has humanity diasppeared to? When does all this suffering end?

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Some years ago I started a series about a theme that is one of my favourites: minerals. I am collecting all kinds of minerals, crystals, fossils since I have
been a child and my fascination for these objects has never subsided. I
love to explore caves, I love to dig up the soil myself in order to find
some of those treasures which might be added to my collection. Whenever
possible I came home from holidays, the suitcase or car full of
treasures.
Half a lifetime ago we once came home from Elba with about 60 – 70 kg
of quartz which I had found alongside a narrow road in the mountains
after a heavy rain that had washed the earth away, excavating some
amazing pieces which are still populating my studio – now full of dust
because I cannot find the time to clean them off and photograph them –
but this I should do!
Another opportunity was in Caorle, in Northern Italy, during another
holiday, where I “demolished” half of the mole because it contained some
awesome cairngorms. I came home with lots and lots of lovely quartz
pieces.
Nearly all of my collected treasures do not have any value at all
besides being just beautiful and thus meaning a lot to me. They are also
an endless well of inspiration. And so it came that this series was
started.
My intent for these was not a most realistic reproduction of crystal
images – photos can do this much quicker – but I wanted to catch the
very essence of something that nature creates in perfection. What is the
essence of a crystal? Translucency? Not necessarily – there is an
abundance of crystals in the metal section which are not translucent at
all – bismuth (Bi) crystals f.e. which reflect all colours of the
rainbow, or pyrites which glissen like gold.

I decided to start with a painting of an Aquamarine,
embedded in a “natural environment”, like a landscape. Of course this
is not a realistic image – aquamarines don’t grow like this but this was
not my intent.
Nevertheless – the first association we have when we think of the
word “crystal” is that of something translucent, clear like water. Not
without reason we say “crystal clear” water. And crystals will never
fail to inherit something mysterious and seductive. A fact that is
deliberatly used by all those fortune tellers and others of this kind!

"Aquamarine"

40" x 13"

Acrylic on Rayon

As you can see I kept the colours quite subdued, sparsely used (as in the real one)
because I did not want to distract from the “waterlike” appearance. I
wanted to keep this light and airy. The transparency and clarity of
water that is inherent in aquamarine crystals has always fascinated me.
They belong to my favourite crystals. There is also no reference for
size – this could be a tiny group of crystals as well as a huge kind of
obelix embedded in a landscape.
Because real aquamarines are mostly very light in colour, sometimes
nearly bland (when they have not been manipulated through heat or other
exposures in order to increase their value) their main impact is the
reflection i.e. the crystals absorb the colours and forms of their
environment. This was the subject of this work.

Monday, January 25, 2016

This is yet another chapter of my work: quilt art. Not a bed
quilt but an art quilt, a wall hanging and much smaller than a quilt that is used for keeping you warm. It belongs to the Asian series. The wealth of Asian motifs and
ornaments I found to be very inspirational for a decorative piece on
the wall – at the same time it was a reminiscence of my wonderful
travels.

“Golden Nymph”
50″ x 26″

Silk

The inspiration for this piece specifically came from a tiny golden
sculpture that was found on Java. So I called it the “Golden Nymph”. I
cannot even remember where I saw it – the image was burned into my brain
and so I made this art quilt.

The gracefulness of this figure, which is so typical for the women of south east Asia,
was for me the symbol of femininity. So I did not only want her to have
nice hair, made up delicately and adorned with flowers, but also the
dress to become something very special and sophisticated.

Dresses or rather sarongs for special events in southeast Asia are
wonderful textile artworks. Either adorned with embroidery or precious
stones, pearls and golden threads or all of them, painted and hand sewn
they are real miracles of craftsmanship and their creation can take
hundreds of hours.

Most of these sarongs are very colourful – I decided to keep the
colours more subdued and instead to emphasize the pattern of the dress
which has been hand painted after the quilting, mixing golden pigments into
the silk paint. I also added metallic pigments to the figure itself in
order to remind of the golden statue itself.

In order to create this image on silk I made a simple drawing which then was transferred to the cloth with a “light table”.
If you don’t use such a device very often it is not necessary to buy such a thing. What you need is the following:.Tip:

2 neon light bulbs which could be connected directly to a
socket, 4 cans with the same size (doesn’t matter if you take pees or
corn or any other ) and a glass plate or thicker acrylic glass plate
big enough to cover the neon bulbs between the 4 cans without touching
the glass or acrylic plate. Best is to place the 2 bulbs horizontally in
a distance from one another that matches the size of your glass plate.
Now you can place your drawing on top of the plate and the silk or
any other thin fabric on top of the drawing and start transferring your
drawing lines. Voilà – you have your light table. It helps to use strong
marking lines on the drawing and the fabric should be quite thin. Here a
2-ply dupion silk was used.

As I already said the quilting was done by hand before the painting.
Hand quilting on silk creates a lovely relief so that light and shadow form
their own patterns. So the background pattern was thought as an
additional adornment to the figure. A detailed image as below shows that
pattern:

A sleeve has been added to the back of this art quilt in order to
hang it on a dowel. It also could be mounted on a stretcher frame if
desired.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Amarillo

"Reminiscences" is a series of paintings from aphoto documentationabout the Olympic Student Village in Munich. In
1966 Munich was awarded the Olympic Games for 1972. The Oberwiesenfeld,
an undevelopped district of the city, became the Olympia Park and
developed later into a famous touristic attraction because of its
futuristic roofs. Part of the Olympia Park was a conglomeration of
tiny, 2-story bungalows which first served as appartments for the
athletes and after the games became part of the student housing of the
Ludwig-Maximilian University and connected institutes, mostly for
foreign students.
In 2002 part of those bungalows were renovated for
the EM (European Athletics Championship) and again became part of the
housing of the athletes during the contest.

A famous characteristic feature of the the Student Village were the murals and
paintings on the bungalows, expressing the European spirit of the times
with graffiti and bright colours, motifs from comics and other subjects,
a very colourful collection of images. The bungalows were in a
desolate condition after 35 years. The city decided to tear them down
and rebuild them with new units rather than renovating them. This
happened 2007- 2008.

The new bungalows are a bit smaller even but
provide more appartments for the new students who have now inhabited the village again. The sad thing yet is, that all the murals
and other paintings were lost, as well as the charming green jungle,
that grew up in the past 35 years including some smashing wonderful
cherry trees, which were a feast for the eye each spring. The new
village is supposed to carry new colours again. There was a
competition organized by the city where "artists" could present their
ideas for new murals. But this was really not the same. The spontaneity was gone, the charm of not being so very perfect was gone, the people and
community would never be the same again. It is like dancing for the
tourists only in the meanwhile...Sad indeed.

Therefore I decided to put up a little "memorial" by creating a detailed photo documentation and turning
part of these photos into a series of paintings which depict the
colours and forms, the peeling paint and rotting walls of the original
bungalows...

In
order to make these paintings available for everyone I decided to get the
originals made as fine art prints on real 420 g/m cotton canvas,
finished with a matte varnish. You can finde these in my Etsy Shop.

“Amarillo”

18″ x 26″

acrylic on cotton

I have no idea who lived in these bungalows, which are history in the
meanwhile (which means they don’t exist any more) and who painted the
walls but the colours were just so vivid and friendly that they made you smile...

Here is the original photo from my documentation that I used as a reference:

~~~

Saturday, January 23, 2016

The Pearlboat from the Deep Sea

Nautili are living fossils. And they are beautiful. A creature,
that will hardly be ever seen alive by someone, unless the one is
diving in the area of Palau in the pacific ocean and is extremely lucky.
Another chance to see such a wonderful creature alive is the Waikiki
aquarium on Oahu on the Hawaiian archipelago. This is the second painting of the small series Magic Creatures.

"Nautilus"

40" x 13"

silk, stitched

The habitat of the pearlboat – which is another name for the Nautilus – are the steeps of the pacific coral reefs in greater depths, at about 300-400 m during the day. During the night he ascends into shallow waters for feeding. You can find him in the sea of the Andamans in the western hemisphere to the Fiji islands in the East, from the south of Japan to the Great Barrier Reef of Australia and the archipelago of Palau.

Pearlboats belong to the head-feet (cephalopoda) and
therefore are part of the family of the octopus, squid and cuttlefish.
Different from the octopus the nautilus has a wonderful shell, which
protects his body, but is his curse at the same time. Collectors on the
entire world are crazy for his polished mother-of-pearl shells which
unfortunately can be used as a single decoration or are worked into
jewellery or other decorative and precious objects.

Researchers of the University of Hawaii have found out that the
nautili mate and lay eggs in slightly warmer waters. Assumption is made
that nautili enter shallower depths to lay their eggs on hard surfaces
like rocks or coral. In 1990 the Waikiki Aquarium successfully hatched
its first young nautilus in captivity. For the above reasons it is
extremely difficult to observe the nautlius in its natural environment
so that hardly anything is known about its habits. Therefore it is
important to protect this beautiful animal before we lose the
opportunity to get to know it.Therefore it is also imperative that
their shells are not marketed and sold.
To my dismay I have found that these shells are even offered on the
Internet which is an abomination. PLEASE DO NOT BUY THE SHELLS OF A
NAUTILUS OR ANY OTHER SHELL OF A SEA CREATURE!!!!!

The shell of the Nautilus is not only the protection for his body but
also his means for navigation. While most cephalopods float i.e. are
neutrally buoyant the Nautilus allows gas to diffuse into the gap
between the mantle and the shell. This way he can descend or ascend but
he is not a very good swimmer.

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Nautili reproduce by laying eggs. The females attach the fertilized eggs
to rocks in shallow waters, whereupon the eggs take eight to twelve
months to develop until the 30 millimetres (1.2 in) juveniles hatch.
Females spawn only once per year and regenerate their gonads (after
Wikipedia). The reproduction cycle is therefore quite long – another
reason for the Nautilus being an endangered species.
What is extremely astonishing is that the lifespan of nautili is long
and may exceed 20 years! A very long lifespan for a member of the
cephalopoda.
Altogether we still know not enough about this creature and how it
can be protected other than through a general ban on catching and the
use of the shells..

This silk painting tries to show the beauty and the magic of this creature. For
this reason I chose a more realistic and detailed presentation. My
greatest wish is that everyone who sees one of these wonderful shells
relinquishes to buy one. Only a boykott of the offered pieces will
destroy the market for them and might give the Nautilus a chance to
survive…

Monday, January 18, 2016

The Lotus and the Image of the Woman in India

Here I am talking about another detail of the bas-relief - the lotus on the left side panel. The apsara is presented standing on the leaf of a lotus plant with her right foot. The lotus plant has a very special meaning in Buddhism as well as Hinduism.

"The lotus is one of the most well-known symbols of Buddhism.
The lotus flower is one of the "Eight Auspicious Symbols" in the
religion, and is one of the most important images in the faith. The
roots of a lotus flower extend into the mud and the stem grows up
through the water and the flower blossoms above the surface.In Buddhist thought, this pattern of growth signifies the progress
of the soul from the primeval mud of materialism, through the waters of
experience, and into the bright sunshine of enlightenment. Though there
are other water plants that bloom above the water, it is only the lotus
which, owing to the strength of its stem, regularly rises eight to
twelve inches above the surface." (from religionfacts)

Also in Hinduism the

"Lotus Flower is one of the most popular symbols in Hindu religion. It is
believed that Lord Brahma emerged from the navel of Lord Vishnu sitting
on a lotus. Goddess Saraswati, the Hindu Goddess of learning, is shown
sitting on a lotus. Lotus flower is a symbol of eternity, plenty and good
fortune and Goddess Lakshmi, the Hindu goddess of wealth, is usually
depicted with a lotus flower."

"In Hinduism, Lotus represents the concept of
primordial birth from the cosmic waters of creation. Lord Brahma
emerging from the navel of Lord Vishnu symbolically represents that life
begins in water." (from hindu-blog)

The lotus flower is also strongly connected with female symbols:

"The lotus is the foremost symbol of beauty, prosperity and fertility. According to Hinduism,
within each human is the spirit of the sacred lotus. It represents
eternity, purity, divinity, and is widely used as a symbol of life,
fertility, ever-renewing youth. The lotus is used to describe feminine
beauty, especially female eyes.One of the most common metaphysical analogies compares the lotus'
perennial rise to faultless beauty from a miry environment to the
evolution of consciousness, from instinctive impulses to spiritual
liberation." (from Lotus Flower)

As an interesting detail - the foot was fully sculpturized. You can see this in the following image which shows the reverse side of the panel:

Now we get to the right figure of the triptych. With this apsara I wanted to pay homage to the incredibly artistic and elaborate skills of the Indian temple dancers with their gorgeous jewellery and sumptuous headdresses. I could watch them for hours.
Unfortunately Indian temple dancers were discredited in times of colonialism, when the beautiful women became the concubines of European lords as well as the maharajahs of that era.

Although the status of women in India has changed substantially over the last centuries - at least officially by law - most women in India are still dependant on their families, husbands, especially when they belong to a lower caste and do not own the same status as men. Still the majority of women has to obey the requirements of society and this may be something completely different than the offical law.

Women in India continue to face numerous problems, including violent victimisation through rape, acid throwing, dowry killings, and the forced prostitution of young girls.
And despite studies abroad and even university degrees women often are required to acccept wedding arrangements. Just to mention an example. The sad truth is that women often have an excellent education but never have the opportunity to work in a well-paid job as a logical consequence. Instead they are getting married and become mother and housewife while responding to the family request. What a waste of energy and time despite computer era and film industry! I got to know this from my own circle of friends and not hearsay.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Painting feathers was really a time consuming
“job” but it was also entertaining and I was learning a hell-uva-lot about
the consistency of feathers and how you can interpret them in colour.
It looks in fact so simple but I realized it was quite tricky especially
where you didn’t have much different shades because the feathers were all
white or all grey. The contours seemed to disppear yet it was necessary to
show their fluffiness and make them look 3-dimensional. Otherwise the
whole painting would have looked completely flat.

Although I was working from a lot of photographs here I realized
that I needed to know the bird, you needed to actually see how the
feathers grow and in which direction the bird could fluff them up.
I had been
watching Pete since nearly 2 years and still he surprised me again and
again. I was enchanted by his lovely plumage which he always kept in
utmost care and beauty.

And while I was observing “our” pijjies closely I also realized that
the birds could make different face expressions: Pete f.e. sometimes made a
funny face as in this portrait because he loved showering, sometimes
he looked sad and depressed (especially in bad weather) and sometimes he
looked really content – when he could take a sunbath.

Here you can see the progress of the painting::

Back to Pete's story part 2 (from the diary):

"The 19th of February 2011 was a sad day – it was the day when Pete
disappeared. Without having a visual proof I knew a couple of days later
that he would never come back, that he had gone over the rainbow.What had happened?I think it started already in Dec when I realized that Emily’s eggs
were not fertilized any more but at that time I could not interpret this
correctly. Emily continued her regular breeding cycles but each time I
checked her eggs they were not fertilized. Both seemed to be perfectly
healthy – not a single sign of sickness. So I assumed it was the “fault”
of Emma not of Pete.On the 3rd of February you could read in the diaries:…Then I took the bathtub outside on the balcony and they all jumped
into the water. Pete was the first and other than usual fighting for it
he was simply overrun by the whole gang. Later…2/15 Again nothing special happening.Then on2/18Emma laid her first egg #622/19Since this morning Pete has disappeared.2/20Pete is gone and I am sure he has
gone over the rainbow. I am extremely sad and crying a lot because I
loved him so much. He was such a personality. Our balcony family will
never be the same again. There are so many memories and when I think
about all these little stories I am getting even more sad.I found something very strange in Emma’s poop today – it looked like a
little red bean and I took it into a piece of paper. It was relatively
soft, I tore it apart and the inside also looked like a bean but it
definitely wasn’t a bean. My suspicion is that this was the second egg
and Emma triggered something like an abortion because she knew that Pete
was gone – could this be?I forgot to photograph this ominous thing but then I was still too shocked about Pete’s disappearance.2/21I am worried about Emma and how she is going to cope with this.2/22I hardly can believe it – Emma is interested in Rudi and exchanges kisses with him! Now we really have problem – or not?What had happened the last days before Pete’s disappearance?I had realized that Pete was getting old apparently and somehow
uninterested in everything that happened on the balcony. While he was
aways chasing off foreign pigeons in earlier times – pigeons who did not
belong on our balcony – he let go everything in the last weeks. I
thought that he was getting old. He seemed to be tired like old people
but I wasn’t sure. He seemed to be healthy as usual but he did not eat
with such an appetite as before, was content after a few of his
favourite seeds – sunflower hearts – and preferred to perch on the
balcony balustrade and simply watched only everything that was going on
around him.His plumage was shiny and looked beautiful as ever but his eyes were
tired somehow. I missed the spark that had always been there.Then – during the last days of his life as I knew later – he spent an
unusual long time in the nest together with Emma for several days. They
were cuddling with each other much more than before and I found that
quite strange. I knew Pete loved his wife very much and they were often
together kissing and cuddling but now?In the night before the 19th of February Emma laid her first egg. In
the morning when I checked the balcony Pete was gone. He must have left
very early. But I was not worried yet because he often flew out early in
the morning and came back after a while. But then it was midday and
Pete was still not back. He should have been in the meanwhile because it
was his turn to sit on the egg. I became nervous and did not
understand. Emma did not seem to be worried at all and that irritated me
completely. I have observed several times how nervous and anxious
pigeons can become when the partner went missing, even trying to find
him. But Emma did not seem to bother at all. In the evening Pete still
had not returned. In all these years this never happened once and I knew
that he was gone. It was a shock.I was totally hysterical and cried and did not know what to do. I
knew though that it was useless to look for him. I was sure that he had
gone over the rainbow. On the other hand I clung to the thought that
maybe he was attracted by another female and went with her but in my
heart I knew that this was a stupid thought. I simply could not accept
the thought that an era was over, that Pete, our lovely Pete was gone.Today I firmly believe that Pete knew that he was going to die and
that he spent his last days with Emma so intensely to say farewell to
her. That is the only explanation for me that Emma’s behaviour was so
cool and unimpressed after Pete was gone. She literally did not mourn
the loss but rather went on with her life. She got even rid of the
second egg by expelling it out of her body, knowing that no other male
would help her to raise Pete’s children (she could not know that the
eggs would have been exchanged anyway of course).Pete has taken care of everything. I am sure that he even had chosen
Lucky as his successor for Emma because it took only a few days until
Lucky became the new partner of Emma. You can call me insane and
over-imaginative but I am absolutely certain that everything was
planned.The only thought that still haunts me is the question where did Pete
go? Is there a place pigeons go where they die when they know in
advance? Similar to the places elephants go or wolves who know that
their time is over? Who knows?The thought that there is a place deep in the woods somewhere
comforts me a bit. But how could I know for sure? I miss Pete from all
my heart and while I am typing this I am crying. I will always miss you,
the way you were looking at me, so knowing, your funny little antics,
your courage and your sovereignty. I love you so much Pete. Forever.
You were a gift and a blessing. With you everything began…"

Monday, January 11, 2016

I am starting with the 3rd painting of the pigeons series because it's a portrait of Pete, the patriarch of our pigeon family. Who was Pete?

"One day, on a sunny morning in March 2008, a pigeon appeared on the
balustrade of our balcony on the higher levels of the appartment
building. There was something about this pigeon that made me wonder who
he was. Normally I would have chased him off – as I usually did –
because of my ignorance, because I did not like them pooping everywhere,
because they made so much noise in the early morning that you could
not sleep any more and overall I did not like pigeons very much… But
this one – it was different.

He somehow reminded me of another pigeon who regularly visited our
balcony for a few minutes. We called him Mr. Whitecap, because he was
light grey, with white wing feathers and a white cap. And he had one
badly crippled foot that made him limp. But nevertheless he appeared
again and again for about 5 years and then disappeared. I respected and
admired this bird for coping with this injury and apparently having a
strong will to survive. How little did I know then…
And now this new pigeon appeared on our balcony, looking very similar
to our Mr. Whitecap whom I somehow missed and I was suddenly sure that
he, the new one, was an offspring of Mr. Whitecap. He did not have this
white cap but he was the same light grey blue barred pigeon, his wing
feathers were white and he had at least a few white spots on his head
and a really beautiful face and very intense eyes. I just had this
feeling…

He – the new pigeon – let me observe him while I was inside but as
soon as I opened the balcony door he was gone. So he was really a shy
one. I was eager to know what would happen next.To be honest – nothing
really happened for a while besides that he appeared one day and then
was gone again for several days.But one day he appeared again and with him came a tiny little pigeon
lady, a dark grey one, with no special markings besides a sweet face and
with somehow slanted eyes which were reminiscent of Asian eyes. I had
started to observe these birds closer, noticing more details about them
and somehow they suddenly became more and more interesting for me. I
really cannot say any more when this change of mind happened but there
was clearly a change.

Pete, as I called him in the meanwhile, and Emma, his mate, still
appeared only sporadically. Obviously they were a couple and both very
shy. At the very moment I opened the balcony door they were gone. One
day I observed them how they kissed each other and started the courtship
mode. It was so interesting to watch this and I found it very sweet.
So touching. I knew I could not chase them away any more if this should
become an option.

In the meanwhile I put my plants out on the balcony again while the
weather had become warmer. Also our pigeon couple seemed to get more
accustomed to our presence and did not take off immediately any more
when I openend the door. But they still flew away as soon as I came
nearer than about 3 meters. And then one day, when I was watering my
plants, I realized that Emma had silently built a “nest” behind a large
planting pot with chlorophytum, that I had placed on another very large
planting pot, that was filled with earth, just beneath the long leaves
that were hanging from the pot. And she had laid 2 eggs. So what to do
now?As I did not know how long she was already sitting on these eggs I
decided to leave her where she was and tried to do everything a bit more
comfortable for her i.e. I placed some more planting pots around her in
order to protect her from further disturbance and view. And I had still
no idea what would come next. Oh my – if I had known before…Things took on and then one day – on the 9th of April in 2008 – the
first egg hatched and out came something tiny, with golden-yellow
“hair”, a big head, huge feet, some strange huge eyes which still could
not see, a wonderful living creature that changed our lives completely.
This was Willy, our “first born”….

And then, two days later, little Joey climbed out of his egg shell….

So Pete became the first life model of my pigeon series. Rain Dancer would have been much more impressive if I had
painted especially this one on a much larger canvas. But so far I don’t have the space for really
large canvases. Here is the final result: